They Are Not Expected

From the bridge, Faora monitored the response to the weapon's deployment. Chatter on military and police frequencies showed they had not detected the Kryptonian ship, and their primitive responses to a chemical/biological attack was inadequate to shield more than a small fraction of the population from the effects. What concerned her most was the activity of the local superbeings—those she could not monitor as easily, and it was best to move on with her next target before they could react.

"Next stop: Gotham," she murmured to herself. The ship shuddered as the engines engaged. They wouldn't need to move far, but she wanted to be in an optimal position for releasing the next lesbian bomb.

Luma Lynai led the way through the airlock, Lois Lane behind.

"I still have most of my powers," the blonde whispered. "And I don't think they detected us docking, but we don't know how many Kryptonians might be on the ship, or whether they've been empowered or not. We need to get the wavelength generator first...I'm reading emissions from this way."

Lois Lane couldn't repress a little thrill as she tiptoed behind Luma—and not just because the Starylite's outfit hugged that luscious ass. It was all the reporter could do not to reach out and feel that firm hemisphere fill her hand...but there would be time enough for horseplay and lovemaking later. If they survived.

The reporter glanced at the strange characters on the doors they passed. It wasn't a big ship, but it seemed deserted.

"Can you read Kryptonian?" Lois whispered.

"Not much," Luma Lynai whispered back. "But I think this one says 'Laboratory'...and it's where the emissions are coming from."

The blonde tapped the sensor that opened the door...and her blue eyes went wide as she saw that the lab was not unoccupied...and that the occupants were rather preoccupied with each other.

"Stop squirming, Dru-Za!" Ursa said as she pushed the medi-probe in deeper. "Think of it! Your child and mine! The future of our species!"

"Never!" The former Zod said, her naked body writhing within the shackles. "I will not serve you like some primitive birthing matrix! I am Zod! I...ahh!"

The bound woman shuddered as her entire body went rigid, pussy spasming around the cylindrical medi-probe that pierced her to the core...unable to resist as the zygote, one of Ursa's eggs and Zod's sperm, prepared for delivery in her waiting womb.

"You were," Ursa said. "Now you are a woman...a beautiful woman..."

In the throes of her ecstasy, Zod saw Luma Lynai and Lois Lane enter the laboratory, Ursa too preoccupied to notice...and a fiendish gleam entered the bound woman's eyes.